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SONGS  OF  A   CRIPPLE 


Dear  friond: 

Even  as  the  Li'le 

crippled  "boy,-  by  winning   suc?i  rich 
treasures   from  a  life  he  might  have 
le.'t   narrow  arid  "barren,-  built  a 
rnou  nt a  in  o  •"  h  is  mo  1  eh il  1 ;    is    it   not 
our  best  aim  when  we  strive  to  make 
a  mountain  of   our  molehill?      A  moun 
tain  from  whose  crest   our  view  of 
life  grows  more  and  more;  wide,    as 
we   see   our  opportunity,    and,   Bating, 
render  aid  to  those    in  need.      Thus 
to  earn  the  most   sacred  feeling  of 
worth,    the  purest  happiness,    the 
human  heart  may  conceive:    and  to 
draw   the   rarest  treasures   Prom  our 
environment . 


THE  LITTLE  BOY  TALKING  WITH  THE  VISITOR 


SONGS     OF     A     CRIPPLE 


BY 

MAURICE  JOHNSON 


THE  GRAFTON  PRESS 

PUBLISHERS  NEW   YQRK 


Copyright, 
BY  MAURICE  JOHNSON 


TO    MY    FATHER 


1  wish  here  to  remember  the  kind  help  of:  Mrs. 
and  Mr.  Louis  St.  Gaudens  ;  Mrs.  and  Mr.  A.  Carter; 
Mr.  J.  I.  Porter,  and  Professor  M.  G.  Frampton,  in 
arranging  these  verses. 


INTRODUCTION 

npHESE  are  stories  the  little  Cripple  Boy  told  a 
visitor  to  his  family,  as  they  two  sat  in  the 
shifting  light  of  a  wood  fire.  The  swift  moods  of 
feeling  that  played  in  his  face  were  brother  to  the 
dancing  Spirit  of  the  Flame  :  his  voice  rang  with 
the  pure  delight  of  living ;  or,  as  he  spoke  of  his 
Father,  Mother,  and  loving  Jen,  it  grew  earnest 
with  affection,  then  trembled  with  reverence  and 
awe  as  he  told  of  the  Woods  and  the  Church. 
Unconsciously  brave,  contented  and  joyful,  his 
condition  crowned  him  with  an  irresistible  charm. 

MAURICE   JOHNSON. 
Claremont,  California. 


CONTENTS 

PAGE 

INTRODUCTION  vii 


LITTLE  BOY  VERSES 

TH'  JOURNEY 3 

GOIN'  AWAY 7 

GRAN'PAW'S  HOUSE 10 

TORE  CRIS'MUS 14 

MY  BIAS  PANTS 16 

IF  'TWOULD 18 

ONE  AFTERNOON 21 

JEN 24 

MY  WAGON 27 

TH'  BROOK 30 

BUGS  AN'  SPIDERS 33 

IN  TH'  DARK 37 

MY  PAPA 39 

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1'AGE 

A  BEIN'  BAD 43 

ME  AN'  CARRIE 47 

TH'  CHURCH 51 

SONGS  OF  OVERCOMING 

THE  FIELD 59 

MOTHER 61 

THE  REAPING  CRIPPLE 63 

THE  ARTIST 64 

VICTORY 65 

THAT  HOLY  MORN      .          66 

THE  VINE  IN  WOOD .     .  67 

DEAF 68 

LINCOLN'S  MOTHER .     .  69 

IN  THE  SUNSHINE 71 

DAWN 72 

A  RIDE 73 

MY  LITTLE  COT .     .  74 

NIGHT'S  VISION 75 

THY  RETURN 77 

THE  ELECTION  BET 78 


PAGE 

SYLVIA  AT  THE  PIANO 79 

HOPE 80 

ONE  CRIPPLE'S  JOY 82 

THE  CROWN  OF  PAIN 83 

LA  GARDE  MALADE 84 

MORS 85 

REQUIEM 86 

HER  PIANO 87 

ODE  TO  MAY 88 

WINTER'S  DELIGHT 89 

A  VIOLIN'S  GLEE 90 

A  FOOL'S  MATE 91 

His  FLUTE ,     .     .  92 

THE  ANGELUS 94 

A  CHRISTIAN 95 

MY  OLE  VIOLIN 97 

PAIN .     .  99 

MONOTONY .  100 

THE  "CASPAR  Di  SALO  "                              .  102 


[xi] 


LITTLE  BOY  VERSES 


LITTLE   BOY  VERSES 

TH'  JOURNEY 

YES,  sometimes  I  fall 
Right  over  out  my  chair. 

D  • 

Don't  allus  hurt  a'tall, 

Jes'  kind  o'  makes  me  scare. 

Y'  know,  th'  other  day 
I  had  th'  bestest  fun  ; 

They  all  jes'  went  away, 
Yes,  Jen  an'  every  one. 

I  got  t'  fig'tin'  roun' — 
Firs'  thing  I  ever  know'd 

I'z  layin'  on  th'  groun', 

Right  where  th'  'tatoes  grow'd. 

[3] 


Th'  things  'at  was  s'  small, 
Jes'  when  I  set  up  right, 

They  seem'd  s'  awful  tall 
An'  went  mos'  out  o'  sight. 

I  trim'd  th'  weeds  all  fine 

An'  made  'em  look  like  trees. 

I  foun'  a  branch  o'  pine 

Had  twigs  fer  legs,  an'  knees. 

I  tell  y'  it  did  look 

Jes'  like  a  man  an'  gun — 
Like  pic'ures  in  my  book, 

Y'  know,  th'  Hist'ry  one. 

I  'joy'd  it  awful  well 

T'  make  him  walk,  an'  run, 
An'  fight  an'  shoot,  an'  sell 

His  life  s'  dear — 'twas  fun. 

Y'  know  I'm  pretty  strong 
Jes'  when  I  want  something; 

'N'  I  dragg'd  m'self  along 

Right  down  t'  our  ole  spring. 
[4] 


You've  seed  th'  wagons  'at 
Th'  Forty-Niners  had, 

Jes'  look  like  some  ole  bat, 
Their  ribs  show'd  out  s'  bad. 

Y'  see,  I  play'd  I'z  one, 

A  goin'  long  s'  slow, 
An'  every  patch  o'  sun 

Was  plains  where  Buff-a-lo 

An'  Indians  allus  was 
A-peakin'  roun'  s'  sly. 

I  felt  some  scart,  jes'  'cause — 
Well,  can't  jes'  tell  y'  why. 

An'  'en  I  got  a  drink, — 

It  felt  s'  awful  good 
Fer  me  t'  know  V  think 

I'z  all  alone  an'  could. 

I  heer'd  my  mama  call, 
An'  laid  jes'  awful  still 

An'  never  answer'd  'tall, 

'En  she  come  down  th'  hill. 

[5] 


She  kiss'd  my  face  an'  hair ; 

I  seed  she's  cryin'  some  ; 
Said  she  did  n'  know  jes'  where 

Her  little  boy  'ad  come. 


[6] 


GOIN'  AWAY 


IV /TY  mama  went  away, — 
Yes,  on  th'  train  s'  far. 
'Taint  safe  fer  her  t'  stay 

Right  here,  where  winters  are. 

I  hate  t'  see  her  things 

A-layin'  roun',  jes'  stack'd 

On  chairs,  an'  tied  wiv'  strings, 
Right  when  they'r'  bein'  pack'd. 

An'  when  she's  goin'  t'  start, 
An'  papa's  hurrin'  roun', 

My  throat  jes'  'gin  t'  smart 
'N'  I  could  n'  make  a  soun'. 

An'  when  she  got  clear  gone, 
'Twas  drefful.  lonely  'n'  still, — 

Th'  clock  jes'  kep'  right  on 
A-sayin'  :   "  Mama,"   'till 
[7] 


Jes'  everything  was  sad, 
An'  was  a-callin'  her  : 

Th'  dress  she  allus  had 

Jes'  hung,  an"  could  n't    stir. 

Th'  lumps  o'  cry  jes'  maul'd 

Aroun'  inside  me  so 
It  seem'd  jes'  'zif  they  haul'd 

My  feelin's  out ;   an'  O  ! 

I  didn't  want  t'  eat, 

Ferever,  any  more — 
Not  even  somethun  sweet — 

Jes'  laid  there  on  th'  floor. 

C'ud  n'  see  s'  awful  well — 
M'  face  jes'  sting'd  'n?  got 

S'  big,  an*  'gin  t'  swell 

Up,  sploshey-lilce  'n'  hot. 

An'  firs'  I  know'd,  'y,  Jen 
Was  sittin'  there  by  me, — 

Rais'd  up  my  head  'n'  'en 
Jes'  laid  it  on  her  knee. 

[8] 


She  wash'd  my  face  'n'  hair; 

It  feel'd  s'  cool  'n'  good  ; 
Fz  tir'd  'n'  did  n'  care 

T'  cry  no  more  'f  I  could. 


[9] 


GRAN'PAW'S  HOUSE 

T'D  like  t'  have  y'  guess 

Where  'twas  I  went  t'  day, 
A  drivin'  our  ole  Bess 
'Mos'  every  bit  th'  way. 

It  made  me  proud  t'  know 

I'z  takin'  'em  a  ride ; 
An'  gittin'  th'  horse  t'  go, 

I  feel'd  s'  good  inside. 

An'  when  we  got  clear  there, 

'En  papa  took  me  in, 
'Y  Gran'paw  brought  my  chair 

An'  ast  me  how  I'd  been. 

O,  Gran'paw's  house  did  smell 
S'  smokey-like  'n'  good  : 

I  'joy'd  th'  fire  s'  well, 

They  burn  sech  great  big  wood. 
[  10] 


Th'  ceilin's  snug  and  low, — 
Jes'  makes  me  feel  s'  nice 

An'  cosy,  seein'  snow 

Out  doors,  an  freezin*  ice. 

Th'  apple-basket's  there, 
Right  on  th'  winda'-shelf ; 

An'  no  one  seems  t'  care 
How  much  y'  help  yerself. 

In  Gran'maw's  room  they's  one 
Big  picshur  rug, — has  men 

Wiv'  guns,  an'  dogs  'at  run 
An'  try  jes'  hard  'z'ey  ken 

T'  kech  th'  poorest  deer, 
'At's  scar'd  s'  awful  bad 

T'  know  they  air  s'  near; — 
Gits  me  t'  feelin'  sad. 

Jen  went  an'  foun'  th'  drawer 
'At  has  th'  dom-e-noes. 

She  powr'd  'em  on  th'  floor 
'N'en  set  'em  up  in  rows : 


I  tuch'd  one  on  th'  end, 

'N'ey  run  a  clickin'  down  ; 

Jes'  like  th'  wheels  'at  send 
Th'  'chen'ry  goin'  roun'. 

Th'  time  went  flyin'  past 

An'  firs'  I  knowed  'twas  gone ; 

'En  papa  hurri'd  s'  fast 
T'  git  my  things  all  on. 

Th'  moon  come  'long  wiv'  us, 
A  dodgin'  'hind  th'  trees, 

Kep'  up  wivout  no  fuss, 
Jes'  easy  ez  y'  please. 

It  made  my  head  jes'  swim 
T'  look  down  by  th'  wheel ; 

An'  see  th'  road  jes'  skim 
Along  !   'z  if  'twas  n't  real. 

I  shut  my  eyes,  an'  'en 

Felt  like  we's  goin'  roun'; 

'N'  I  open'd  'em  up  aga'n, 
An'  we's  all  safe  'n'  soun'. 

[12] 


Our  house  is  sort  o'  high, 

An'  clumzy-like,  an'  fine. 
No ;  'taint  s'  cozy,  nigh, 

As  Gran'paw's — wish't  'twas  mine. 


The  "  Lower  Barn  "  on  the  Lane. 


[13] 


'FORE  CRIS'MUS 


'  time  does  drag  s;  slow 
Jes'  'fore  it's  C'ris'mus  day  ; 
I'd  like  t'  sleep,  y'  know, 
It  goes  s'  quick  that  way. 

Jes'  wisht  I  on'y  could, 
But  my  !  it's  awful  hard 

T'  git  t'  sleep  fer  good, 
Fer  then  y'  ain't  s'  t'r'd. 

Y'  shut  yer  eyes  s'  tight 
An'  try  ez  hard'z  y'  ken  ; 

But  does  n'  help  a  mite, 
They  pop  right  up  ag'in. 

Y'  git  a-most  all  gone 

An'  think  yer  sure  asleep, — 
Y'  hear  a  walkin'  on 

Th'  floor,  an'  have  t'  keep 

[14] 


A-peakin'  out.     Y'  know 
Y'  mus'ent,  yer  eyes  jes'  pop 

A-roun'  an  have  t'  go — 
Can't  ever  make  'em  stop. 

Yer  stomach  feels  s'  tight, 
Jes'  sort  o'  chuck'd  wiv'  fun 

An'  they's  a  teeny  light 
An'  'en  y'  see  someone. 

Y'  git  s'  'fraid,  O  my  ! 

An'  duck  down  in  th'  bed 
An'  make  th'  covers  fly 

All  up  aroun'  yer  head. 

An'  it's  s'  dark  'n'  still, 
Firs'  thing  y'  ever  know 

Y'  don't  know  nothin'  'till 
Th'  mornin's  come,  an'  O  ! 

Th'  time  gits  gone  s'  fas', 
A-playin'  wiv  yer  toys — 

Jes'  goes  shootin'  pas', 
A  rompin'  wiv'  th'  boys. 
['5] 


MY  BIAS  PANTS 

mama  read,  th'  other  day, 
'At  loose  di-ag-nol  cloth  knee  pants 
Er  latest  style  fer  boys,  they  say, 

In  that  big  town  o'  fashion — France. 

An'  mama  said,  must  surely  be 
What  cuttin'  on  th'  bias  meant ; 

She's  make  a  pair  o'  pants  fer  me 
Jes'  'zactly  like  th'  fashion  went. 

She  got  my  papa's  breeches  down, — 
They's  ole  an'  striped  white  'n'  black. 

My  stars  !  she  had  t'  rigger  roun' 
T'  fin'  a  piece  fer  mine  in  back. 

An'  Jen  she  come  'n'  help'd  me  stand 
T'  see'f  th'  pants  w'd  fit  all  right ; 

An'  mama  she  jes'  yell'd  :  "  My  Land  ! 
Y'  air  a  drefful-lookin'  sight." 
[16] 


"Yer  all  bow-legged  in  b'hind, 
An'  awful  knock-kneed  in  b'fore. 

I  don't  see  how  th'  French  folks  bind 
The  seams  wivout  some  kind  o'  gore." 

Jen  said  th'  stripes  show'd  out  s'  strong, 
A-slopin1  crost,  they  cheat  yer  eyes 

An'  kind  o'  git  'em  seein'  wrong, 
'Bout  like  they  was  a-tellin'  lies  : 

Ez  if  they  made  my  legs  jes'  crook 
'Way  out,  er  cave  all  in,  right  when 

They  don't.     It  tells  in  that  big  book 
Jes'  how  'tis,  an'  /  been  astin'  Jen. 

My  papa  he  jes'  laft  s'  hard 

He  had  t'  set  a-smackin'  down. 

He  said  :  «  'Y  Jack,  my  HT  Pard, 

We'll  have  t'  git  some  clothes  in  town." 


[17] 


IF  'TWOULD 


VI7HAT  if  th'  World  jes'  might 

Turn  roun'  th'  other  way, 
An'  'en  we'd  have  a  night 
Where  now  they  is  a  day. 

We'd  go  a-clippin'  back 
T'  when  my  mama  was 

A  girl,  an'  Uncle  Jack 

An'  her  jes'  made  things  buzz. 

My  legs  a-bein'  queer, 
They  never  let  me  walk  ; 

She'd  keep  th'  chil'ren  near 
So  /  c'd  help  'em  talk. 

I'd  find  that  pretty  ring 

She  lost,  an'  felt  s'  bad. 
I'd  drink  right  out  th'  spring 

'At  gran'paw  allus  had. 
[18] 


An'  when  th'  fros'  w'u'd  come 
T'  shuck  th'  nuts  all  down. 

Tell  you!  we'd  hus'le  some 
An'  get  what's  on  th'  groun' 

'Fore  someone  else  w'u'd  cheat 

Us  out  o'  every  thing  ; 
But  ive'd  jes'  allus  beat 

An'  be  s'  proud  'n'  sing  : 

"  A  barrel,  full  'z  a  tick ; 

A  box,  'twont  hold  no  more ; 
A  kag,  wiv  'z  many  'z  '11  stick ; 

An'  nuts  pil'd  on  th'  floor." 

I'd  see  th'  oven  where 

Th'  fire  was  built  in-side : 

Not  like  our  stove  out  there — 
Put  it  right  in,  'f'u  tried. 

'Twas  made  o'  mortar  'n'  brick, 
An'  holded  heaps  o'  cakes, 

An'  bread,  an'  pies.  We'd  mix 
Some  dough  fer  cookey  snakes. 

[19] 


I'd  see  th'  Circus  Show — 

Th'  horse  'at  climb'd  th'  tent : 

They's  tryin'  t'  make  'im  go, 
'N'he  leap'd  an'  off  he  went. 

I'd  see  th'  Clown  jump  roun' 
An'  hear  th'  fun  he'd  say  : — 

If  this  great  World  wa'n't  boun' 
T'  go  th'  same  ole  way! 


[20] 


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ONE  AFTERNOON 

'VT'ES,  bein'  a  cripple  is  fun  ; 

Jes'  'cause  I  see  a  lot 
Th'  other  fellers  run 

Right  past,  jes'  like  's  not. 

An'  when  I  call  'em  back, 

They  come  an'  stan'  an'  stare; 

An'  say,  "  By  Hokey  !  Jack, 
We  never  seen  that  there  !  " 

I  foun'  th'  nicest  stick 

'At  look'd  jes'  like  a  gun, 

Th'  barr'l  long  V  slick, 
A-shinin'  in  th'  sun. 

An'  'en  th'  boys  took  me 

A-ridin'  in  my  cart, 
T'  our  ole  apple-tree, 

'At's  splittin'  all  apart. 

[21] 


It's  'way  off  yonder  in 
Th'  tiel'  o'  tallest  grass  ; 

An'  when  they  blows  a  win' 
Th'  waves  go  runnin'  pas'. 

An'  O,  it  seem  s'  free, 
All  wide  'n'  big  'n'  gran'! 

We  'tended  'twas  th'  sea, 
S'  far  out  from  th'  Ian'. 

I'z  Cap-tun  ;  'en  th'  tree 
Was  our  big  Pi-rut  Ship, 

I  had  th'  gun,  y'  see, 

An'  made  th'  boys  jes'  skip 

An'  climb  th'  mas',  s'  high, 
T'  see  'f  they's  boats  t'  steal ; 

Er  i'lan's  comin*  nigh 

'At  might  jes'  kech  our  keel. 

Cu'd  n'  allus  keep  th'  gun  : 
Th'  boys  w'd  git  s'  mad 

An'  leave  me  there;  an'  run 
Away,  an'  ack  s'  bad. 

[22] 


So  part  th'  time  Fz  cook. 

They  brung  me  dan-da-lines 
An'  'en  I  had  'em  look 

Fer  berries  on  th'  vines. 

Th'  firs'  I  ever  know'd 

'Twas  'bout  a-gittin'  night ; 

An'  things  they  wa'n't  jes'  show'd 

Right  out,  like  when  it's  light. 

Fz  glad  when  papa  come, 
An'  took  V  carried  me; 

He  said  they'd  worri'd  some 
T'  know  jes'  where  Fd  be. 


JEN 

SAY,  d' j  ever  see 

My  biggest  sister,  Jen  ? 
She  allus  carries  me 

'Most  well  ez,  papa  ken. 

I'z  layin'  on  th'  floor 
T'  day,  a-tryin'  t'  sing, 

An'  Jen  come  in  th'  door 
An'  did  n'  say  a  thing, 

Jes'  pick'  me  up,  th'  way 
She  does,  s'  easy  like,— 

I  know'd  we's  goin'  t'  play 
Out  on  th'  river  dike. 

She  laid  me  on  th'  san' 
T'  make  a  little  road  : 

I'z  smoothin'  wiv'  m'  han' — 
Jes  foun'  a  teeny  toad. 
[24] 


She  got  my  nicest  boat 

An'  made  th'  toad  git  on  ; 

He  did  n'  like  t'  float, 

Jes'  jump'd  'n'  he  was  gone. 

My  boat  did  look  s'  fine 
A-sailin',  'way  out  there, 

A-makin'  waves  b'hin' 
Ez  hard  ez  she  c'd  tear. 

An'  seem'd  jes'  'z  if  they  was 

Th'  nicest  little  men 
T'  mind  th'  sails  'n'  buzz 

Aroun',  like  sailors  ken. 

I'z  lookin'  hard  t'  see 
Th'  flags  a-stan'in'  out, 

An'  Jen  she  says  t'  me, 

"  What  air  y'  thinkin'  'bout  ?  " 

I  ast  her  for  t'  tell 

Me  how  y'  ever  think; 

She  set  for  quite  a  spell 
An'  did  n'  much  ez  wink. 

[25] 


An'  'en  she  laugh'd  V  said  : 

"  It's  awful  hard  t'  'splain, 
It's  tallcin'  in  yer  head 

'At  you  ken  hear  s'  plain  : 

c<  What  it's  a-sayin'  t'  you 
Aint  no  one  else  ken  know, 

But,  if  y'  want  'em  to, 

'Y,  you  ken  tell  'em,  though." 

Y'  know,  jes'  when  at  night 

Th'  lamp  's  blow'd  out,  them  things 
'At  float  'n'  dance  s'  bright, 

Right  in  th'  dark,  them  rings 

O'  green  'n'  blazin'  red 

All  roun'  sech  be'ut'ful  spots 

O'  yellow  'n'  pink, — 'y  Jen  she  said 
She's  sure  they's  run'way  thoughts. 


[26] 


MY  WAGON 


'  Black-smith  's  awful  good; 
He  made  my  wagon  bed, 
An'  stoutest  wheels  he  could, 
An'  paint'd  'em  blue  'n'  red. 

Y'  ought  t'  see  him  saw, 

Jes'  rips  'er  right  along. 
He  bends  th'  irons  like  straw, 

He  is  s'  drefful  strong ! 

I  ast  him  what  jes'  made 
Him  tremble  when  he  pick' 

Me  up  :   he  said,  he  'z  'fraid 
I'd  fall  an'  make  me  sick. 

An'  my  !   how  he  does  pound, 
Jes'  when  th'  iron  's  red-hot, 

Th'  sparks  a-flyin'  round 

An'  poppin'  'z  if  they's  shot. 


0  yes,  I'z  goin'  t'  tell 

Y'  'bout  my  wagon  :   see 

1  can't  jes'  ride  s'  well 

'N'ess  things  V  fit  t'  me. 

He's  careful  fur  t'  make 
It  so  's  it  won't  up-tip 

Me  out,  an'  maybe  break 
Th'  bones  V  in  my  hip. 

Y'  know,  my  Uncle  Ben 
Was  ridin'  on  th'  hay 

An'  fell  right  off,  an'  'en 
Jes'  broke  his  hip  that  way. 

He  has  t'  hop  on  sticks, 
'At  go  up  'hind  his  arms. 

He  says  he's  in  a  fix 

'Bout  runnin'  o'  his  farms. 

Don't  worry  him  a  bit 

T'  whiddle  out  them  things 
'At 's  hard  t'  make  t'  fit, 

'Em  blocks  inside  o'  rings. 
[28] 


My  brother  Dan  's  my  horse, 
Jes'  backs,  an'  kicks,  an'  rares 

Aroun';   he  aint,  o'  course, 
But  then,  he  'ten's  he  scares. 

He  'z  careful  's  ever  was 

Fer  fear  he  '11  hurt  me  though 

An'  when  he  runs   he  does 
Jes'  turn  th'  corners  slow. 

I'm  proud  t'  hoi'  'im  tight, 
Wiv'  our  stout  lines  o'  rope ; 

An'  when  th'  road  's  all  right 
'Y  he  can  really  lope. 

O  my,  how  good  it  feels 
T'  kind  o'  sway  'n'  glide 

Along,  jes'  'z  if  th'  wheels 
Was  glad  fer  me  t'  ride  ! 

Here  comes  my  sister  Jen, — 
It's  time  fer  bed,  y'  know; 

I'd  like  t'  talk,  but  then 
I  guess  I'd  better  go. 
[29] 


TH'  BROOK 


CAY !  don't  f  like  th'  brook  ? 

Y'  hear  s'  far,  don't  seem 
Ez  if  'twas  real ;  things  look 
Jes'  like  they's  in  a  dream. 

I'm  full  o'  ticklin'  fun 

Ez  ever  I  ken  stick, 
T'  see  th'  water  run 

Along  s'  smooth  'n'  slick. 

An'  Dan,  he  wants  t'  pull 
My  wagon  in  th'  pool 

'At's  allus  clear  chuck  full, 
S'  deep  'n'  nice  'n'  cool 

It  comes  up  roun'  th'  wheels — 
I  ken  jes'  reach  my  han' 

Right  in.      How  soft  it  feels 
A-runnin'  on  th'  san' ! 

[30] 


It's  spookey  feelin'  'cause 

Y'  don't  jes'  know  what's  there, — 
*Th'  craw-dads,  wiv'  their  claws, 

A-swimin'  every  where. 

An'  cutest  little  fish 

A-dartin'  all  aroun', 
S'  quiet  like,  y'  wish 

They'd  make  some  kin'  o'  soun'. 

Th'  hills  'r'  awful  steep, 
A-runnin'  up  s'  high  ; 
Y'  on'y  git  one  peep 
O'  day-light  in  th'  sky. 

I  feel'd  like  Church,  s'  good 

I  didn't  want  no  fun, — 
Jes'  set  ez  still  'z  I  could 

An'  look'd  up  by  th'  sun. 

An'  say,  jw  ever  see 

Th'  mist  'at  comes  at  night  ? 
It's  scarey  like,  t'  me, 

Jes'  'cause  they  ain't  much  light. 

[31] 


Th'  boys  was  gone  somewhere, 
An'  every  things  s'  big 

I  didn't  much  ez  dare 
T  build  a  dike,  'r  dig. 

My  papa  come  along 

Wiv'  our  new  wagon  :   Stars  ! 
It's  awful  fine  V  strong, 

All  red  wiv'  yellow  bars. 

He  put  my  cart  right  in, 
O  my  !  'twas  nice  t'  be 

S'  close  t'  him, — I'd  been 
A-feelin'  'fraid,  y'  see. 


[32] 


BUGS  AN'  SPIDERS 


'TpH'  other  day  I'z  sick 

An'  every  one  jes'  flew 
T'  help  me,  awful  quick, 
Ez  soon  'z  I  ast  'em  to. 

I  laid  in  bed  all  day ; 

It  seem'd  s'  drefful  long ; 
Jes'  cu'd  n'  hardly  play 

'Cause  things  kep'  goin'  wronj 

An'  Jen  come  slippin'  in, 
Wivout  a  speck  o'  soun' ; 

She's  'fraid  I  might  jes'  been 
Asleep,  not  lookin'  roun'. 

My  stars  !  y'  ought  t'  see 
Th'  ter'ble-lookin'  thing 

She  cau't,  right  on  a  tree, 
An'  tied  fas'  wiv'  a  string. 
[33] 


0  'twas  th'  biggest  bug, 

All  gray  an'  speckl'd  black  ! 
His  eyes  was  hollow,  'n'  dug 
Away  down  in  his  back. 

Jen  put  him  upside  down, 
An'  look'd  s'  kind  o'  sly; 

1  heer'd  a  snappin'  soun' 

An'  he  did  hop  s'  high  ! 

Jes'  sort  o'  made  me  scare 

T'  see  how  far  he  fly'd  ; 
Lit  smack  !   on  mama's  chair, 

Right  on  his  leggy  side. 

An'  Jen,  she  went  an'  got 

Th'  shears  'n'  paper  'n'  glue — 

Yes,  paints  'at  papa  bought — 

'N'  I'z  happy  clean  plumb  through. 

She  draw'd  'n'  cut  'n'  made 

Th'  cutest  li'P  cart : 
Hitch'd  up  th'  bug, — he  laid 

Right  still  'n'  wu'd  n'  start. 
[34] 


An'  'en  she  made  a  show  : 

My  stars  !   they's  Deers,  an'  Bears, 
Yes,  Ele'fants,  white  'z  snow, 

An'  Clowns  roun'  everywheres. 

When  I'm  alone  I  play 

Wiv'  ants  'at  come  nigh  me : 

Th'  teeny  ones  'at  stay 
S'  long  where  I  can  see. 

But  Daddy-long-legs  air 

S'  straddly-like  'n'  bow'd 
Wiv'  hinges  everywhere, 

Jes'  'z  if  they's  made,  not  grow'd  ; 

Like  some  nice  toy-man 

'Ad  built  'em  out  o'  springs 

An'  wire, — y'  know  they  can 
Jes'  make  seen  lookin'   things. 

If  spiders  come  aroun' 

I  can't  get  'way  s'  well, — 

Jes'  shake  'n'  scrooch  all  down, 
Get  awful  'fraid,  an'  yell. 
[35] 


But  papa  aint — I  seen 

Him  pick  th'  poorest  moff 

Right  out  a  web,  an'  clean 
Its  wings  'n'  legs  all  off. 

'Twas  tangl'd  up  s'  bad 

It  c'u'd  n't  walk,  y'  know ; 

Made  papa  feel  s'  sad 
He  help'd  it  for  t'  go. 


[36] 


IN  TH'  DARK 

T   WAKED  up  this  mornin'  when 
1  c'u'd  n't  see  th'  ceilin1  plain. 

Th'  flowers  on  th'  paper  then 

Did  look  jes'  like  a  big  ink-stain. 

An'  there  I  saw  a  little  ship, 
'At  was  a-sittin'  on  th'  stand, 

Jes'  sailin'  hard  ez  she  c'd  clip — 
My  stars  !   she  was  s'  fine  'n'  grand, 

Th'  teeny  flags  a-flyin'  out 

Jes'  'z  if  the  wind  was  blowin'  hard. 
I  heard  th'  sailors  sing  an'  shout, 

An'  seen  'em  bracin'  roun'  th'  yard, 

An'  clear  th'  deck  t'  fight,  an'  bob 
Aroun'  t'  sight  'n'  fire  a  gun. 

It  made  my  stomach  kind  o'  throb 
An'  feel  jes'  sort  o'  tight  wiv'  fun. 

[37] 


I  want'd  s'  drefful  bad  t'  call 
My  papa  up  an'  have  him  see 

'N'  reach  th'  ship — yes,  guns  'n'  all — 
Jes'  careful  like,  right  there  t'  me. 

But  stars  !    I  got  s'  scart,  jes'  laid 

An'  c'u'd  n't  yell ;  such  hor'ble  things 

Was  huntin'  after  me  :    I'z  'fraid 

O'  straddly  legs,  an'  claws,  an'  stings  ; 

An'  O,  th'  wall  was  far  away  ; 

Th'  dark  jes'  close  aroun'  m'  head  ; 
'N'  I  heard  a  soun'  jes'  whisper  'n'  say, 

"  We'll  grab  'im  noiv,  right  in  this  bed.'5 

'N'  I  duck'd  down  in  th'  quilts  s'  fast, 
Jes'  bent  th'  slats  an'  made  'em  sag  ; 

An'  when  th'  light  all  come  at  last, 
That  ship  was  nothin'  but — a 


[38] 


MY  PAPA 


t_J  E  is  s'  big  V  stout 

An'  I'm  s'  little  'n'  small, 
He  lifts  me  up  wivout 
A-hurtin'  me  a  tall. 

I'm  awful  happy  then, 

A-ridin'  up  s'  high. 
Las'  Sunday  mornin'  when 

'Twas  warm  an'  nice  an'  dry, 

'Y,  papa  got  my  cap 

An'  said, — 'z  if  he  c'u'd  n't  see- 
"  Now  'f  I  can  find  that  chap 

I'll  take   'im  'long  wiv'  me." 

They  aint  jes'  anywhere 
I  feel  s'  dreamy  'n'  good's 

I  do  away  down  there 
Wiv'  papa  in  th'  woods. 
[39] 


He  allus  sees  V  fin's 

Th'  place  'at's  jest  th'  best, 
Right  where  they's  trees  V  vines, 

An'  there  we  set  an'  rest. 

O  my,  how  well  he  knows 
Where  all  th'  winter-green 

An'  nuts  an'  berries  grows  — 
Th'  bes'  y'  ever  seen. 

An'  papa  show'd  me  where 

Th'  flowers  jes'  hide  'way  down 

Right  in  th'  leaves,  'at  air 
S'  soggy  like  'n'  brown. 

He  says  it  keeps  'em  warm 

When  winter  's  here,  an'  snow 

An'  win'  jes'  roar  an'  storm 
Aroun'  an'  freeze  'n'  blow. 

We  foun'  a  teeny  bird, 

All  dead  ; — made  papa  sad. 

He  pick'd  it  up;  'n'  I  heard 
His  voice  jes'  tremblin'  bad 

[40] 


IN  THE  WOODS 


'Z  he  said  :  "  This  liT  thing's 
Bright,  happy  flyin'  's  done. 

It's  still.  It's  droopin'  wings 
No  more  can  feel  th'  sun." 

An'  all  t'  once  I  feel'd 

Th'  woods  was  big  'n'  still, 

An'  some-thun'  awful  steal'd 
Aroun'  th'  trees  'n'  hill 

An'  come  right  down  on  me : 
I'z  'fraid,  an'  guess  I  cried  j 

But  papa's  there,  y'  see, 
I'z  close  right  by  his  side. 

He  give  his  arm  a  flip 
An'  said  fer  me  t'  look, 

An'  made  a  stone  jes'  skip 
Along  on  top  th'  brook. 

An'  'en  he  let  me  lay 

Right  on  th'  leaves  'n'  groun'- 
He's  awful  s'priz'd  th'  way 
I  got  t'  rollin'  roun'. 
[41] 


'Twas  mostest  fun  t'  hide 
An'  see  him  look  'n'  stare, 

Jes'  open  his  eyes  s'  wide, — 
Can't  fin'  me  anywhere! 

I  laugh't  right  out  s'  loud 
Jes'  kin'  o'  scar'd  him  some; 

An'  'en  he  acts  s'  proud 
T'  see  how  far  I'd  come. 

I  feel  all  safe  'n'  soun' 

When  papa's  carryin'  me  ; 

"Cause  nothin'  can  come  roun' 
'N'  grab  me  then,  y'  see. 


[42] 


A  BEIN'   BAD 


X7"U  know  'at  when  I'z  good 

Fer  lots  o'  days,  an'  not 
A-acktin'  up  'f  I  could — 

'Cause  comp-ney's  here — I  got 

S'  tir'd  o'  bein'  nice  ! 

Fer  things  jes'  went  th'  same 
All  time,  ez  slick  ez  ice, — 

Jes'  drefful  quiet  an'  tame. 

Th'  folks  wa'n't  specktin'  me 
T'  cut  up  jinks.      They  set 

An'  look't,  an'  I  lauft ; — y'u  see 
'N'  ey  thought  I'z  worser  yet. 

They's  s'priz'd  I'd  be  s'  bad  : 
"  Same'z  all  th'  boys"  they  say. 

But  I'm  jes'  awful  glad 
I'm  like  'em — any  way. 

[43] 


My  papa's  'fraid  I  might 

Git  kill'd  er  hurt,  y'u  know; 

But  when  he's  out  o'  sight 
I  make  Dan  help  me  go 

An'  twist  up  in  th'  swing, 

'N'  en  whirl  aroun'  'n'  roun'. 

Th'  world  an'  everything 
Jes'  seems  like  goin'  down  ! 

An'  Jen  she  said  'twas  'bout 
Like  steppin'  one  more  stair 

Jes'  when  y'u  don't  fin'  out 
They  aint  another  there. 

Yer  feelin's  sort  o'  cheat 
Y'u,  makin'  what  aint  real 

Jes'  'z  if  it  was  ;  'n'  en  treat 
Y'u  like  y'u  could  n't  feel. 

I  pull'd  my  mama's  dress — 
Yes,  yanked  it,  like  I  ken, 

Jes'  kind  o'  hard.     I  guess 
It  ripped  er  tore  ;  fer  then 
[44] 


She  would  n't  lauf '  er  smile 
T'  me, — kep'  lookin'  sad. 

I  tried,  fer  quite  a  while, 
T'  make  'er  'blieve  I'z  glad ; 

But  when  I  stopped  t'  think 
How  mean  I'z  rarin'  roun', 

My  stomach  'gin  t'  sink, 

An'  draw,  an'  scrunch  way  down ; 

An'  somethun'  seem'd  t'  yell 
Th'  sassy  things  I'd  said  : 

Did  n't  feel  s'  very  well, — 
Jes'  got  roun'  'hind  th'  bed. 

My  papa's  gone,  an'  I'd  been 

A-lis'nin' ;   when  at  last 
He  come  a-walkin'  in 

An'  look't  all  roun'  an'  ast : 

"  Where's  Jack  ?      Poor  boy,  y'u  scold 

Him  lots  too  much  t'-day. 
I  heer'd  y'u  when  y'u  told 
Him  he  was  in  th'  way." 
[45] 


Jes'  sort  o'  seem'd  t'  stir 
My  feelin's  up  s'  high, 

I  got  s'  sorry  fer 

M'self, — jes'  had  t'  cry. 


[46] 


ME  AN'  CARRIE 


S~\  I   CARRIE'S  house  aint  far 

Away;  th'  path  jes'  goes 
Where  trees  an'  orchards  are, 
An'  nuts,  an'  apples  grows. 

I  'joy  s'  well  t'  see 

Her  comin'  over  here. 
She  waves  her  han'  t'  me 

B'fore  she  gits  s'  near 

I  know  jes'  what  she  calls, 
Er  how  t'  guess  'bout  where 

She's  hidin'  toys,  er  dolls, 
Er  candy,  she  can  spare. 

We  play  we'z  Indians,  right 
Down  in  the  trumpet  vines  ; 

An'  'tend  t'  have  a  fight, 
An'  scalp  th'  Dan-da-lines. 

[47] 


'N'  en  Carrie  goes  t'  th'  spring 
An*  gits  me  drinks  'at  's  cold. 

It's  fun  t'  see  her  bring 
'Em  up  th'  path,  an'  hold 

Th'  cup  s'  tight,  an'  step 
S'  slow, — don't  darst  t'  run 

Fer  fear  't'ill  spill.      An'  Shep, 
He  is  careful  o'  his  fun. 

He  must  o'  heer'd  her  talk 

'Bout  'fraid  she'd  spoil  'er  dress. 

I  like  t'  see  her  walk  : 

Jes'  'cause  I  cant — I  guess. 

We  made  a  teeny  road, 

Right  where  they's  lots  o'  dust  ; 
Th'  liT  tracks  jes'  show'd 

Out  plain,  es  if  they  must 

Ha'  been  a  reelly  man, 
Jes'  awful  cute  V  small, 

'At  had  some  loads  o'  san'— 
Er  may  be  wood — t'  haul. 
[48] 


I  wish't  I'z  littler  yet — 
Er  else  s'  big  't  would  be 

Jes'  easy  fer  t'  set 

An'  reach  es  far'z  I  see  ; 

O  !   wo'd  n'  it  be  jes'  fine 

T'  pick  th'  apples  'way 
Up  in  th'  Brandy- Wine 

Tree,  where  th'  limbs  jes'  sway 

S'  bad  'at  Dan  can't  climb, 

Fer  fear  they'll  break  right  down  ! 

I'd  beat  him  every  time 

An'  get  what's  ripe  an'  soun'. 

An'  Carrie  said— th'  Sun 
An'  Win's  s'  glad — she  got 

S'  happy  jes'  had  t'  run 
An'  skip  an'  sing  a  lot. 

We  was  s'  full  o'  fun 

It  burst  an'  popped  right  out : 
Did  n'  know,  a  nary  one, 

Jes'  what  we'z  laf'in'  'bout. 

[49] 


But  when  she  had  t'  go, 
I'z  all  alone  an'  seen 

Th'  shade  o'  trees  jes'  grow 
Away  out  long  an'  lean. 

Seem'd  awful  bad  th'  day 
Was  all  a-gittin'  gone  : 

No  one  c'd  keep  away 

Th'  dark  't  was  comin'  on. 


[50] 


TH'  CHURCH 


went  t'  Church  las'  night ; 
An'  'fore  we  got  nigh  there 
Th'  winda's  show'd  s'  bright 
'Zif  they's  alone  out  where 

Th'  dark  come  roun'  s'  near. 

Th'  steeple,  an'  sides,  an'  all 
Was  gone  :   an'  O,  t'  hear 

Th'  bell  jes'  ast  an'  call 

Fer  us  t'  come,  made  me 
Jes'  feel  s'  spookey — well, 

No — deeper  'n  that  !      Y'u  see 
It's  awful  hard  t'  tell 

Th'  way  it  soun's,  right  when 
It's  dark  ;   for  every  thing's 

All  big  an'  strange,  an'  then 
How  slow  an'  loud  it  rings  ! 


But  inside  'twa'n't  th'  same, 
Th'  Church  was  big  an'  high  ; 

I  felt  s'  small  'n'  lame, 
Jes'  almos'  had  t'  cry, — 

Like  when  th'  settin'  sun 

Is  hidin'  'hind  th'  hill, 
An'  playin'  time  is  done, 

N'  I  lay  s'  tired  'n'  still. 

Th'  organ  'gin  t'  play, 
An'  O,  them  voices  call 

Me  'long  wiv'  'em,  t'  sway 
An'  quiver,  an'  raise  'n'  fall ! 

My  papa  bow'd  his  head, 
An'  'twas  s'  quiet  there 

'Zif  everyone  was  dead, 

Jes'  while  they's  sayin'  prayer. 

'Twas  like  I'z  'way  off  in 
Th'  woods,  an'  all  alone  ; 

An'  they's  a  great  big  win' 
A-blowin'  like  a  groan. 
[52] 


But  when  th'  meetin's  done 
'Twas  hard  t'  hear,  jes'  cuz 

Th'  talk  o'  everyone 

Was  mixt  in  sissin'  buzz. 

An'  then  th'  preacher  come, — 
Jes'  kind  o'  touched  my  head, 

An'  stood  an'  waited  some 
Afore  he  coughed  an'  said  : 

"  I'm  glad  t'  see  y'u  here 
In  church,  my  little  man. 

Life's  hard  for  you,  I  fear, — 
Jes'  bear  it  bes'  y'u  can  ; 

"  Fer  by  'n'  by  we'll  go 

T'  that  bright  smilin'  shore 

Where  pain  won't  bother  so, 
An'  sorrow  ain't  no  more." 

I  guess  he'd  never  b'lieve 
I  'joy  t'  laf '  an'  play  ; 

'N'  I  can't  jes'  ever  leave 
My  mama — anyway  ! 

r  53] 


An'  when  'twas  time  t'  go 
They  all  jes'  tried  t'  start  ; 

My  papa  carried  me  slow 
An'  pushed  th'  folks  apart. 

'Twas  hot  V  'fusin'  till 

We'z  through  th'  door  outside  ; 
An'  then  'twas  cold  V  still 

An'  drefful  dark  an'  wide. 

Sometimes  it  seems  jes'  'zough 
Th'  preacher's  tryin'  t'  swear— 

O'  course  he  ain't,  I  know, 
But  then,  it  makes  me  scare; 

Fer  papa  does  n't  say 

Them  names, — he  wants  t'  keep 
'Em  clean  an'  put  away 

Down  in,  all  safe  an'  deep. 

They  make  th'  feelin's  come 
Jes'  tremblin'  roun'  in  me. 

I'm  'fraid  t'  think,  but  some 
Way  seems  jes'  like  I'd  be 
[54] 


S'  glad  t'  know  how  He 

Must  do,  an'  look,  an'  ack — 

An'  Jen  she  said  t'  me 

'At  when,  sometimes,  my  back 

Jes'  aches  ez  hard  'zit  ken, 
An'  things  they  'gin  t'  swim, 

An'  he  jes'  comes,  w'y  then, 
My  papa  is  like  Him, 


[551 


SONGS  OF  OVERCOMING 


SONGS  OF  OVERCOMING 

THE  FIELD 

TNTO  the  field  a  cripple  went 

Where  murmuring  grasses  grew, 
Into  the  field  he  slowly  went 
The  sighing  bushes  through 

Into  the  field  a  cripple  went 
From  grasping  men  apart, 

Into  the  field  in  tears  he  went 
To  learn  of  Nature's  heart. 

From  out  the  field  a  cripple  came 
Where  merry  grasses  grew, 

From  out  the  field  he  bravely  came 
The  singing  bushes  through  ! 

[59] 


From  out  the  field  a  cripple  came, 
His  soul  with  peace  was  filled  ; 

From  out  the  field  in  joy  he  came, 
All  man-born  passion  stilled. 


[60] 


MOTHER 

A  LL  wreathed  in  Sorrow's  censer  smoke, 

A  picture  of  my  memory  glows  ; 
With  light  not  born  of  brush's  stroke 
Its  solemn  beauty  ever  grows. 

I  see  myself  a  boy  once  more ; 

My  useless  limbs  all  quiet  lie  ; 
With  bleak  despair  my  heart  made  sore 

By  Freedom's  grim  and  mocking  cry. 

Beneath  this  cross  I  falt'ring  reel 
And  wish  my  earthly  journey  done ; 

When  in  the  calm  of  trust  doth  kneel 
My  Mother  there,  in  sand  and  sun. 

She  pointeth  toward  the  written  dust, 

Where  clear  doth  lie  the  winding  path 
My  form  hath  made,  as,  thrust  by  thrust, 
I  dragged  me  on  in  pain  and  wrath. 
[61] 


Her  voice  hath  called  along  the  years 
And,  lifting  woe,  set  Courage  free  : 
"  I  know  my  son  will  not  in  tears 
Sink  down,  but  shall  my  hero  be. 

"  In  this  great  world  you  make  your  mark, 

Tho'  stern  and  long  the  gallant  fight  ; 
More  grand  the  vict'ry  for  hard  and  dark 
The  way  that  leads  unto  the  light." 

With  fierce  resolve  I  grasp  the  hope 

That  thrills  her  brave,  undoubting  breast. 

It  bids  the  Man  within  me  cope 

With  Fate,  and  win  forth  all  that's  best. 


[62] 


THE  REAPING  CRIPPLE 

TJESIDE  a  wall  of  bending  wheat 
"^   He  sang  with  gladness  as  he  knelt, 
And  minded  not  the  pain  and  heat — 
For  only  the  joy  of  work  he  felt. 

Among  the  graceful  leaning  stems 
All  drooping  stood  a  knarled  one, 

Yet  held  its  pure  and  priceless  gems 

With  sturdy  strength  up  toward  the  sun. 

The  reaper  clasped  it  to  his  breast : 
"  Thy  deadly  hurt  did  Nature  heal  ; 

Her  gentle  touch  thy  form  hath  blest 
That  ye  the  joy  of  worth  might  feel. 

"  I  know  my  Father  hears  me  now, 

In  His  great  love  to  grant  my  prayer, — 
Though  Fate  has  caused  this  frame  to  bow, 
Still  treasured  grain  my  soul  may  bear." 

[63]    ' 


THE   ARTIST 

"ITfTTTH  peaceful  light  of  evening-time, 

From  sombre  East  the  night  mist  came 
To  fill  her  room  with  a  sublime 

Reflected  glow  of  Sun's  last  flame. 

She  stood  beneath  the  tranquil  light, 
And  sang  as  sing  the  larks  that  fly 

Above  in  air,  all  gently  bright 
With  fading  glory  of  the  sky. 

From  out  the  clay,  so  dark  and  cold, 

Her  skilful  hand  with  love  hath  wrought 

That  saintly  face  whose  charm  doth  hold 
The  noble  beauty  of  her  thought. 

Without  a  care  to  make  it  grand, 

'Twas  long  she  strove  to  keep  its  lowliness  ; 
And  now  before  us  fair  doth  stand 

Her  own  pure  soul,  in  all  its  holiness. 
[64] 


VICTORY 


TN  hollow  space  of  night, 

Like  molten  links  of  chain, 
There  came  with  crushing  might 
The  fiendish  clutch  of  Pain. 

In  gray  of  silent  morn, 

As  crept  thin  mists  of  light, 

Within  my  breast  was  born 
A  hope  to  win  the  fight. 

In  day's  bright  glorious  tide, 
'Neath  golden  sunlight  broad, 

Away  all  pain  doth  glide 

From  this  sweet  smile  of  God. 


[65] 


THAT  HOLY  MORN 

'  I AHE  slender  trees  were  voices  lifting 
To  flow  in  song  so  faintly  drifting 

O'er  breeze  of  quiet  night, 
And  all  the  stars  their  brilliance  sending 
With  silvery  glow  in  glory  blending 

The  earth's  pale  mist  to  light, — 

Where  weary  sheep  in  peace  were  sleeping 
A  humble  father  watch  was  keeping 

In  gray  of  early  morn, 
As  Love  and  Pain  came  swiftly  winging, 
A  holy  joy  to  Mary  bringing 

When  Christ  her  Babe  was  born. 


[66] 


THE  VINE  IN  WOOD 

11JIS  tools,  now  coated  o'er  with  dust, 

Recall  bright  days  from  distant  past, 
Their  joy  made  clear  by  Grief's  keen  thrust. 
O  slender  blades,  he  touch'd  ye  last, 

As  from  the  oak  of  forests  gray, 

With  earnest  thought  and  master's  skill, 

He  carved  his  spirit's  simple  lay 
That  brings  a  pure,  uplifting  thrill. 

'Twas  Death  who  came,  in  night's  deep  gloom, 
To  bid  him  walk  with  her  awhile. 

Her  peace  soft  fill'd  his  lonely  room  ; 
And  with  the  clay  he  left  a  smile. 

For  still  the  oak  doth,  reverent,  hold 
Within  this  vine, — yet  free,  unseal'd, 

Aglow  through  leaf  and  lovely  fold, — 
His  soul's  most  perfect  charm  reveal'd. 

[67] 


DEAF 


TF  touch  of  Fate  hath  closed  to  thee 
Low  waking  song  of  morning  birds, 

The  whispered  hymns  of  forest  tree, 
Or  mellow  voice  of  distant  herds  ; 

All  hush'd  to  thee  man's  strife  and  greed, 
Whose  rasping  clang  the  earth  doth  fill ; 

More  swift  to  thee  man's  love  doth  speed 
And  o'er  thy  heart  in  gladness  thrill. 

In  solemn  awe  thy  soul  doth  feel, 

From  evening  fields  so  calm  and  broad, 

A  peaceful  joy  around  thee  steal, — 
'Tis  justice  of  our  loving  God. 


[68] 


LINCOLN'S  MOTHER 

"1 T  7HERE  Nature's  peace  each  hill  and  vale  was 
branding, 

Among  the  trees — tall  beech  and  hickory-nut, — 
Beneath  their  mighty  arms  in  quiet  standing, 

There  was  a  rudely  built  and  lowly  hut. 

The  dying  light  of  day  so  soft  was  drifting, 

In  veils  of  mist,  out  through  the  unchink'd  wall, — 

As  high,  then  low,  in  swift  uncertain  shifting 
The  fire's  wild  glory  o'er  the  logs  did  fall. 

The  evening  breeze  in  chink-breaths  round  her  fly 
ing, 

A  gentle  mother  sat  and  whispering  sang 
To  soothe  the  babe  that  on  her  breast  was  lying ; 

When,  clear  before  her  eyes,  a  vision  sprang 


Whose  awe  and  wonder  set  her  pulses  leaping, 
As  Future's  dusky  curtain  rolled  apart ; 

She  saw  her  son,  o'er  Nation's   struggles   weeping, 
And  felt  the  boundless  love  of  his  great  heart. 


[70] 


IN  THE  SUNSHINE 

f~\  STAND  thee  'neath  that  veil  so  fair, 
The  flowing  brightness  of  thy  hair ! 

With  softest  touches,  through  it  run 
The  golden  fingers  of  the  Sun 

And  weave  with  mild  and  gentle  grace 
An  amber  halo  round  thy  face. 

From  out  thy  clear  and  radiant  eyes 
In  purest  splendor  love  doth  rise 

And  bid  rare  flowers  of  joy  to  bloom 
Within  my  heart's  most  sacred  room. 


[71] 


DAWN 

AS  in  the  silent  mystery  of  the  night 

Whose  shadows  set  a  measure  to  our  sight 

And  bid  each  mind  go  dreaming, 
When,  faint  and  far,  the  laughing  waters  play 
Their  clear  and  rippling  flutes  of  silvery  spray, 

Where  moon's  pale  light  is  streaming, — 

Thus  deep  within  my  heart,  where  sorrow's  shade 
Its  dim  and  shifting  mist  hath  darkly  laid 

Along  the  years  slow  flowing, 
A  gladly  singing  harp  thy  kindness  wakes  ; 
Its  music  through  the  dusk  all  joyous  breaks, 

Where  love's  mild  light  is  glowing. 


[72] 


A  RIDE 


'HPWAS  on  a  sunny  summer  day 

She  cried  with  bright  and  merry  glee  : 
"  O,  lay  that  poor  old  book  away, 
And  come  to  ride  a  race  with  me !  " 

Soon  far  ahead  her  cycle  ran, 

I,  in  the  rear,  did  grinning  grind, 

As  wildly  stared  each  maid  and  man 
To  see  my  girl  leave  me  behind. 

O,  let  them  look  !      I'll  catch  her  yet ; 

I'll  try  the  power  of  pencil's  art, 
On  paper  fine  a  verse  I'll  set : 

My  wheel  is  slow — more  swift  my  heart. 


[73] 


MY  LITTLE  COT 

TAEAR  little  cot  among  the  vines  , 

How  sweet  yet  sad  the  charm  that  binds 

My  lonely  heart  to  thee. 
Here  'neath  thy  roof-tree,  broad  and  low, 
Do  memory's  cherished  pictures  glow, 

And  bring  their  joy  to  me. 

Again  thy  rafters  ring  with  song ; 
From  out  the  silence,  clear  and  strong, 

Such  happy  voices  rise  ; 
I  seem  to  feel  the  rhythmic  beat 
Of  lightly  gay  and  buoyant  feet, 

And  see  those  radiant  eyes. 

O,  far  you  roam,  my  friends  so  true, 
Where  Fortune's  finger  guideth  you, — 

Where  strife  and  peace  are  blent ! 
But  still  your  souls  around  me  stray, 
To  share  my  cot  at  close  of  day, 

And  feel  its  deep  content. 
[74] 


NIGHT'S  VISION 

TTS7ITHIN  the  moon's  mysterious  beams 

I  sit  alone  ;  yes,  alone  : 
With  only  a  drifting  sea  of  dreams 
To  call  my  own  ;  all  my  own. 

From  out  the  vastness  of  the  night, 
Like  some  pure  dove — holy  dove — 

Doth  come,  on  wings  of  trembling  light, 
Thy  tender  love  ;  sacred  love. 

Profoundest  feeling  of  my  soul 

Doth  upward  rise — soar  and  rise — 

In  glorious  strength  to  onward  roll 

And  mount  the  skies;   wide,  dim  skies. 

To  know  thy  life  finds  need  of  me, 

Doth  o'er  me  sweep — surge  and  sweep — 

A  thrill  of  Worth,  so  strong  and  free, 
'Tis  like  the  Deep  ;   sounding  Deep, 

[75] 


From  out  the  shadow'd  silence  springs 
Thy  gentle  voice — restful  voice — 

The  tranquil  peace  its  music  brings 
Bids  me  rejoice — calm  rejoice. 

I'm  just  a  lowly  cripple  boy, 

Whom  Fate  hath  bent — strangely  bent 
But  now  my  heart  is  fill'd  with  joy 

And  sweet  content ;  glad  content. 


[76] 


THY  RETURN 

TT7HEN  thou  didst  clasp  my  rough-hewn  hand, 
As  bright  and  fair  I  saw  thee  stand 

Where  evening  shadows  fell, 
Thy  voice  soft  touched  each  glorious  chord 
Of  Love's  pure  harp  whose  music  soared 

Like  tones  of  vesper  bell. 

Thy  path-way  led  where  life  is  gay, 
And  learned  minds  in  brilliance  play 

To  cast  their  charm  o'er  all ; 
Yet  deep  and  true  thy  spirit  held 
My  humble  love,  whose  song  hath  swelled 

To  fill  my  life's  dim  hall. 

As  laughing  waters  joyous  sweep 
In  trembling  glee  to  flash  and  leap, 

O,  thus  my  soul  doth  thrill 
To  feel  thy  love  is  with  me  yet — 
To  know  thy  heart  does  not  forget, 

And  bears  my  homage  still. 
[77] 


THE  ELECTION  BET 


sat  within  the  lamp's  soft  golden  glow; 
I  heard  her  voice's  rippling  music  flow 
In  tones  to  me  so  sweet  ; 

11  From  parties'  whirling  talk  and  foaming  speech 
Which  one,  you  think,  the  goal  will  surely  reach,  — 
Which  man  must  see  defeat  ?  " 

"  O  !  come  and  we  will  bet,"  she  gaily  cried, 
And  laid  her  wager  down  upon  my  side 

Of  this,  the  great  election. 
I  took  her  challenge  up  ;  my  word  I  set  ; 
For  him  whose  cause  I  knew  was  lost  I  bet  — 

But  not  in  deep  dejection. 


[78] 


SYLVIA  AT  THE  PIANO 

T7ROM  early  dusk  of  Summer's  night, 

Where  peace  doth  lie  in  mystic  balm, 
As  dim  and  soft  the  fading  light 

Slow  brought  the  awe  of  Nature's  calm, 

With  gentle  grace  she  came  to  wake 
The  sleeping  spirit  of  the  keys, 

And  bid  its  tender  praises  break 
In  drifting  song  upon  the  breeze. 

As  moon's  pale  light  doth  shift  and  glow 
Among  the  dark  and  restless  leaves, 

'Tis  thus  her  love's  pure  song  doth  flow 
And  through  the  music's  tide  it  weaves. 

Then  hush'd  and  low  the  whispering  strings, 

Ecstatic,  bade  my  soul  to  rise 
And  soar  aloft,  on  glorious  wings, 

To  sweep  in  joy  the  wide  dark  skies. 

[79] 


HOPE 


T  DARE  not  kiss  thy  face, 

To  me  so  rare  ! 
Nor  bid  bright  rings  embrace 
Thy  fingers  fair 

To  bind  thy  noble  heart 

With  vows  to  mine, 
And  feel  its  love  impart 

A  joy  Divine. 

For  'tis  thy  liberty 

I'd  seek  to  snare 
Should  /  but  ask  of  thee 

My  Cross  to  share. 

But,  as  I  sit  alone 

This  silent  night, 
A  glow  from  Memory's  throne, 

With  gentle  light, 
[80] 


Doth  gild  thy  life's  fair  scroll — 

All  free,  unsealed — 
Where  strong  and  pure  thy  soul 

Stands  forth  revealed. 

Its  charm  shall  guide  my  way ; 

I'll  live  for  thee. 
In  Future's  land  there  may 

Be  need  of  me. 


f8i] 


ONE  CRIPPLE'S  JOY 


came  at  quiet  evening-time 
And  gave  me  gentle  greeting 
That  bade  my  heart  to  sturdy  climb 

Where  life's  fierce  storms  were  beating. 

This  ugly  form,  all  strange  and  bent, 
Her  eyes  were  never  heeding  : 

One  tender  word  so  low  she  sent 
To  still  my  whispered  pleading. 

O,  care  is  done  !      The  world's  deep  scorn 

My  soul  is  never  fearing. 
By  this  pure  light,  her  love  hath  borne, 

My  life's  fair  ship  is  steering. 


[82] 


THE  CROWN  OF  PAIN 

OINCE  Pain  hath  pressed  thy  brow 

And  placed  his  thorns  above, 
O  maid,  more  dear  art  thou, — 
More  deep  and  pure  thy  love. 


[83] 


LA  GARDE   MALADE 

\X7HERE  Fever's  lurid  phantoms  rise 
To  greet  some  weary  pilgrim's  eyes, 
Who  shrinks  to  weep, 
'Tis  thou,  with  restful  word  and  deed, 
Doth  gently  soothe  each  pain  and  need, 
In  peace  to  sleep. 

No  thought  of  self  within  thy  heart, 
Whose' noble  love  doth  free  impart 

Its  holy  balm  : 

No  crown  of  gold  bids  all  to  bow 
As  that  rare  halo  o'er  thy  brow, 

So  pure  and  calm. 

When  slow  the  hours  of  night  do  creep, 
Thy  tender  care  its  watch  doth  keep 

'Mid  grief  and  dread  : 
A  sacred  glory  lights  thy  face, 
For  up  the  path  thy  footsteps  trace 

Hath  Jesus  led. 

[84] 


MORS 


A  S  low  the  lamp  was  glowing, 

Its  golden  light  mild  flowing 
O'er  all  her  quiet  room  ; 

Then,  dim  his  form  revealing, 
'Twas  solemn  Death  came  stealing 
From  night's  deep  silent  gloom. 

Upon  her  brow  soft  falling, 
His  touch  her  soul  was  calling 

Its  home  of  clay  to  cease  ; 
We  bow  in  sorrow  weeping, 
While  calm  in  rest  she's  sleeping 

'Neath  God's  pure  love  and  peace. 


[85] 


REQUIEM 


FAR  in  the  wide  and  peaceful  field 

would  so  calm  and  quiet  lie, 
Where  all  life's  haunting  pain  doth  yield 
Beneath  the  broad  and  tranquil  sky  ; 

Where  noble  thoughts  like  flute-notes 

And  Greed  doth  slink  from 

the  glorious  sweep 
Of  Nature's  joy,  whose 

charm  doth  bring 
A  sacred  rest,  that  bids 

me  sleep. 


[86] 


HER  PIANO 

"\T7HEN  slow  did  fade  the  light  of  day, 
Along  the  West  in  glory  lay 

One  slender  line  of  flame ; 
The  gloom  of  night  in  sombre  shade 
My  lonely  room  its  birth-place  made 

And  close  around  me  came. 

These  rough-hewn  hands  all  trembling  stray'd 
To  touch  the  keys,  whose  voices  play'd 

A  low  lamenting  psalm  ; 
That  woke  her  soul  from  death's  long  sleep 
To  soothe  my  grief  with  love  so  deep 

It  brought  a  holy  calm. 


[87] 


ODE  TO  MAY 

S~\  V  A I  REST  May,  thou  bringest  back  my  child 
hood  ! 

'Tis  in  thy  breezes'  soft  and  drifting  stream 
I  feel  again  the  charm  of  tranquil  wild-wood, — 

Majestic  bowers  where  Spring  doth  lie  and  dream. 

O  far  and  wide  the  birds  are  blithely  singing  ! 

O'er  field  and  vale  in  thrilling  joy  they  fly, 
As  swift  and  free  through  balmy  air  they're  winging 

Beneath  the  boundless  glory  of  the  sky. 

O  lovely  May,  thy  pure  and  tender  kindness 

Doth   wake   from  Winter's   sleep   each   modest 
flower, 

And  call  this  weary  heart  from  out  its  blindness 
To  feel  the  pulse  of  youth's  undaunted  power. 

O  bright  and  calm  thy  mellow  sunlight  straying 
To  lift  the  weight  of  care  and  joy  release, — 

Thy  restful  winds,  whose  tide  in  languid  swaying 
Doth  bear  my  soul  to  Nature's  holy  peace. 
[88] 


IN  THE 


SUNSHINE 


WINTER  DELIGHT 

/~\  SOFT  doth  rise  the  snow's  pale  light 
To  spread  its  peace  o'er  all  the  night 

And  steal  where  shadows  lie. 
All  far  and  wide  each  silent  field 
A  veil  of  splendor  mild  doth  yield 

In  glory  toward  the  sky. 

O  !   keen  the  air  doth  press  my  face 
And  bid  each  pulse  ecstatic  race 

To  fill  my  heart  with  song. 
A  bounding  joy  doth  thrill  my  frame, 
Like  gentle  heat  of  ruddy  flame, 

As  swift  I  rush  along. 


A  VIOLIN'S  GLEE 

rlPHY  song  of  glee,  all  swirling,  lithe, 

Doth  pulse  with  life,  and  swiftly  rise 
To  wake  in  hearts  a  spirit  blithe 

With  joy  that  shines  from  radiant  eyes. 

'Tis  then  thy  measured,  ringing  voice 
Doth  lead  those  light  and  merry  feet, 

Until  the  oaken  floors  rejoice 

With  rhythmic  music  of  their  beat. 

Thy  gladness  thrills  o'er  all  the  air, 

And  times,  with  grace,  the  swinging  dance. 

It  forms,  then  drifts  in  figures  fair, 
And  weaves  a  deep,  ecstatic  trance. 


[90] 


A  FOOL'S  MATE 


'~T*HE  gallant  Chess-men  stood  in  solid  rank, 

Each  one,  with  sturdy  form  and  presence  frank, 

Did  vow  to  crush  his  foe. 

The  strong  yet  humble  Pawn  did  slow  advance 
And  freed  the  wily  Bishop's  slanting  lance, 

To  honest  Rook's  deep  woe. 

The  fiery  Knight  then  charged  the  lily  Queen, 
Whose  darts  her  King  in  vain  did  screen  — 

For  him  she  gave  her  life. 

Then  proud  the  sable  Queen  swift  sweeping  came, 
O'er  pale  yet  haughty  King  her  power  to  claim, 

And  thus  to  end  the  strife. 


[91] 


HIS  FLUTE 

T-JE  lay  beneath  the  distant  sky  of  night, 

And,  far  and  wide,  dim  fields  around  him  spread 
A  hollow  gloom  that  came  with  silent  might 
To  fill  his  sad  and  lonely  heart  with  dread. 

With  quivering  fingers  from  his  breast  he  drew 
The  only  treasure  left  by  Fate's  stern  will ; 

And  through  the  slender  tube  he  softly  blew, 
Till  low  its  whispers  set  the  night  a-thrill. 

In  mellow  brightness  on  the  mist  was  drawn 
The  swiftly  shifting  pictures  of  the  past, — 

When,  filled  with  youthful  gladness  of  life's  dawn, 
His  merry  songs  upon  the  winds  were  cast. 

To  notes  from  this  frail  pipe,  his  father's  pride, 
He  saw  himself,  a  child,  so  wildly  dance  ; 

Or  kneel  in  awe  before  their  wonder  wide 

That  held  his  soul  in  deep  and  mystic  trance. 
[92] 


The  wistful  pleading  of  his  flute  had  won 
A  gentle  maiden's  love  and  holy  vow. 

As  fair  in  joyous  tide  her  life  did  run 

Twas  Death's   most  solemn  touch  that  pressed 
her  brow. 

From  out  his  flute  her  soul's  lament  doth  flow, 
And  in  his  grief's  dark  shadow  gently  rears 

The  purest  glory  of  her  love,  to  glow 

Through  all  the  veil  of  sorrow's  falling  tears. 


[93] 


THE  ANGELUS 

T^ROM  out  the  East  drift  shadows  of  the  night 

That  spread  their  veil  of  rest  o'er  all  the  land, 
And  close  the  gates  of  day  in  mellow  light. 
A  mild  and  wondrous  glow,  in  splendor  grand, 
Doth  fill  the  Western  sky's  wide  reaching  band 
To  touch  with  tender  kiss  the  lowly  mold, 
And  bid  it  bless  the  toil  of  each  tired  hand 
Whose  long  and  patient  strife,  through  heat  and  cold, 
Hath  slowly  won  the  treasures  Earth's  broad  breast 
doth  hold. 

Beneath  the  solemn  glory  of  the  sky 
These  children  of  the  soil  do  bow  to  pray, 
As  far  o'er  silent  fields  doth  soaring  fly, 
So  faint,  the  distant  bell's  low  soothing  lay. 
Its  music  calls  their  weary  minds  away  ; 
It  bids  each  bending  frame  from  labor  cease  ; 
And  through  their  breasts  its  tranquil  voice  doth  stray 
To  lift  the  weight  of  care,  and  joy  release, 
As  near  they  feel  their  God's  great  love,  His  holy- 
Peace. 

[94] 


A  CHRISTIAN 


^"OBODY  knows, 

Nobody  cares 
What  sort  o'  clothes 
Ole  Tommy  wears. 

Sometimes  he  drinks, 
Alltimes  he  swears ; 

Nobody  winks, 
Nobody  stares. 

An'  all  o'  us 

Tell  him  our  woes ; 
Don't  make  no  fuss, 

But  la  !   he  knows,— 

His  heart  s'  big, 
His  voice  s'  kind  ! 

He  has  t'  dig 

His  livin'  t'  find. 
[95] 


Gives  all  he's  got 
T'  them  as  need  : 

He'd  ruther  be  shot 
Than  tell  o'  his  deed. 

He's  ready  t'  fight 
Fer  all  o'  his  friends: 

Ain't  alers  right, — 
No  odds  how  't  ends. 

Don't  ever  pray, 
Er  never  sings  ; 

That  ain't  his  way 
O'  doin'  things. 

Don't  speak  s'  grand 
As  preachers  do — 

Jes'  takes  yer  hand 
'En  talks  t'  you ! 


MY  OLE  VIOLIN 


CHE  talks  s'  tender  like, 

An'  when  'er  voice  is  thin 
It  does  yer  feelin's  strike — 
My  dear  ole  violin. 

An'  when  I  tech  'er  right, 
I'm  in  th'  pastur'  place — 

Ken  see  it  still  'n'  bright, 
As  cloud-shades  on  it  race. 

'En  she's  a  meachin'  whine, 
(Soun's  like  th'  voice  o'  Sin) 

Says,  "  Life  ain't  all  s'  fine  " — 
My  honest  violin  ! 

An'  'en  we  go  a  ramblin' 
Fur  in  th'  misty  Past — 

Th'  joy  o'  them  days  scramblin' 
Roun'  us  s'  thick  an'  fast. 

[97] 


An'  as  fur  all  th'  preachin', 
'Tain't  worth  a  blasted  pin 

'Longside  yer  sweet  beseechin'- 
My  lovin'  violin. 

That  power  wa'n't  all  mine : 
No,  somethun'  else  it's  been 

T*  softly  sing,  de-vine, 
An'  sink  its  feelin'  in. 

My  poor  ole  soul  was  strayin' 
All  roun',  an'  out,  an'  in  ; 

But  now  with  you  it's  stayin', 
My  kind  ole  violin  ! 


[98] 


PAIN 

'HPWAS  Pain  who  touch'd  pure  Mary's  heart 

There  in  the  gloom  of  early  morn, 
As  star-lit  mist  did  peace  impart 

When  gentle  Christ  our  Lord  was  born. 

'Twas  Pain  our  lowly  Master  taught 
The  healing  touch  so  free  He  spent, 

And  told  the  joy  to  man  it  brought 
As  o'er  life's  rugged  path  He  went. 

'Tis  Pain  of  His  stern  cross  that  weaves 

Those  holy  bands,  whose  strength  doth  bind 

His  love  to  each  sad  heart  that  grieves, 
And  lifts  the  woe  of  all  mankind. 


[99] 


MONOTONY 

'"pHOU  art  the  Mother  of  Evil  and  Sin  ; 

Unmeasured,  thy  power  holds   sway  o'er  the 

earth  : 
Thou  turnest  life's  gold  to  foulest  of  tin, 

Whose   tarnish  doth  glimmer  where  Ennui  hath 
birth. 

Thou  stiflest  our  joy  in  skill  of  our  hands, 
And  crushest  ambition  in  maniac's  pain  ; 

Thou  takest  the  charm  from  the  sun's  bright  strands, 
And  sullenly  deep'nest  the  gloom  of  the  rain. 

Thou  with'rest  the  beautiful  flower  of  love 
Till,  sorrowful,  drooping,  it  fadeth  away ; 

Thou  forcest  our  curses  on  roof-tree  above, 
And  shatt'rest  our  lives  as  aimless  we  stray. 
[  100] 


Thou  too  art  Mother  of  Sleep  and  of  Death  ; 

Unheeded,  thou  less'nest  our  fear  of  life's  end  : 
Thou  teachest  to  herald  the  ceasing  of  breath 

As  closing  a  scroll  whose  chapters  all  blend. 

Thou  hast'nest  our  longing,  in  heat  of  the  noon, 
For  dusk  of  the  evening  and  balm  of  the  dew  ; 

Yet  spurrest  to  rise  when,  contented  too  soon, 
We  loiter  and  strive  not  to  conquer  the  new. 

Thou  calmest  our  pain,  all  loving  and  kind, 

When  far  we  are  spent  with  pangs  of  our  grief; 

Thou  leadest  to  welcome,  full  and  resigned, 
The  rest  of  the  grave  as  a  tranquil  relief. 


[101] 


THE  "CASPAR  DI  SALO  " 
(Old  Violin) 

A  FAR  in  sunlit,  foreign  land 

Was  wrought  thy  frail  and  vibrant  scroll ; 
Where,  ages  past,  a  master  hand 

Within  thy  breast  hath  closed  a  soul 

All  sinless,  pure,  and  filled  with  love  ; 

Whose  reverent  voice  doth  whisp'ring  sing 
Those  holy  words  that  soar  above 

All  earthly  song,  and  trembling  bring 

Each  heart  our  Master's  joy  to  feel,— 
As  there,  on  Nain's  burning  plain, 

He  broke  the  power  of  death's  grim  seal 
To  ease  a  stricken  mother's  pain. 

[And  it  came  to  pass  the  day  after,  that  he  went  into  a  city 
called  Nain ;  and  many  of  his  disciples  went  with  him,  and 
much  people. 

Now  when  he  came  nigh  to  the  gate  of  the  city,  behold 
there  was  a  dead  man  carried  out,  the  only  son  of  his  mother, 
[  102  ] 


and  she  was  a  widow  :  and  much  people  of  the  city  was  with 
her. 

And  when  the  Lord  saw  her,  he  had  compassion  on  her, 
and  said  unto  her,  Weep  not. 

And  he  came  and  touched  the  bier  :  and  they  that  bare  him 
stood  still.     And  he  said,  Young  man,  I  say  unto  thee,  Arise. 

And  he  that  was  dead  sat  up,  and  began  to  speak.     And 
he  delivered  him  to  his  mother.] 

• — Luke  vii,  11-15. 


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